Lyrics:
slow, die slow)
It's just the, just the penthouse suite, know it's nothin' major, yeah
Told the lawyer that my brother ain't goin' back to prison
I
For a case of beer and a tank of gasoline
I took a swing at my old man one Christmas
I never dreamed that it would be his last
I wish mom had rung my
stepping
Ain't no bluff for the niggy-nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff
Nigga if you're tough knuckle up
I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by
to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment
He wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I
a life shatter like a glass jaw
Look like the devil gettin just what he axe for when the gas draw
They want to blame it on the gangs but it's a bigger
Won't be gettin' sleep tonight and I'm cryin' as I write this
Prayin' for my brother locked up, fightin' fires
My heart goes out to all
I was just a little girl
Travelling with my pops
Thrown in jail for nothing
By some southern racist cops
Reverend Martin told us
What needed
I'm soul brother one hunted
How much charisma
Could another one stomach
If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning
Or wise
If I come outside
falling
You put up a fight (The Lord's chosen)
Whatever you do work at it with all your heart
As if you were working for the Lord and not for men
Colossians
Please Lord, forgive me for my sins
'cause here I come
Lord! (God) i suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers
And Lord
to be comin' home talkin' that "daddy's home" shit (nigga)
We been gettin' along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't
and senses from
Cupid himself, end up shootin' himself
And the paramedics won't come even if you scream for help
Don't let love die, you regroovin' yourself
business
Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness
Do my ? with the walk sign for my physical fitness
16's sicker than all signed flows it's
gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over
wasn't movin', man
I said I might as well be movin' thangs, uh
Uh, Joey let him shelf it
But I still put out my fuckin' debut record, for the record
man's loyal
Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
knew?
Who knew?
Who knew?
Turned seven to a fourteen
Fourteen to a whole thing
Lord knows it's a cold game
Switched up on you hoes, man
Big body
He brought me through hard trials
He brought me through tribulations
Never let a day go by and not realize
Had not been for the Lord who was on my
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
say "Thank you, lord"
Yeah, for helping me make
It outta the ghetto, hello
For guidin' me to another level, hello
For the times I had to shake
a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Syd's
a slacker, 'cause he wouldn't fight in their war
A man wasn't much if he wouldn't fight back in 1940 and 4
The doctor said John was just too sick to go,
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if
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